Lin Zhiyi instinctively turned around when she heard Gong Chen's voice.
The man before her was dressed in a black shirt, which clung tightly to his chest in the autumn breeze, outlining his perfect frame.
Lin Zhiyi's pupils contracted for three seconds before she quickly raised her hand to pretend to be blind.
"Who?"
She feigned deafness and even put on a somewhat panicked act.
When she took the opportunity to try to run away, her wrist was grabbed and Gong Chen forcefully pulled her into a deserted alley.
"Let go..."
In the chilly wind, Gong Chen leaned down and kissed Lin Zhiyi's slightly parted lips, then stared casually at her wide-open eyes.
Lin Zhiyi's hands were pinned down by him, leaving her no way to struggle, feeling only her lips being crushed as if being punished.
She slowly lost her strength, and Gong Chen released her hands, supporting her waist with one hand and cradling her head with the other.